Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 344. K for …

Sucked into the vortex, my memories dwindled, my mind dulled, and my senses sharpened as I was spat out again.

I lay on the ground with a toy in my hands.

I bite into it and nibble on it before I throw it away.

I tilt my head and hear the birds singing.

I stand up and walk out into the cornfield.

I can smell a rabbit; I can hear it running, so I am picking up speed to catch it.

Easily I navigate through the lush cornfield, and although I am not seeing anything ahead, I can smell and hear everything.

Especially the small movements of my prey.

I stop at some point and wait, and when my instincts tell me to, I attack.

I attack and take the rabbit in my mouth, breaking its neck.

I turn around and walk back indoors, carrying the rabbit inside, up the stairs, where I know she is.

The old female sits on a chair, a stick in her hand.

Others are talking.

When she sees me, she smiles brightly, and when I put the rabbit at her feet, she pets my head.

"Look at that beautiful gift!" She praises me before she throws the rabbit at the young male.

"Serve the flesh now and make a scarf out of the fur!"

The young male catches the rabbit, and I watch him take it away while holding it with two fingers, away from his body.

I put my head on the armrest because I can receive better pats like this.

"We should attack soon." Another young male announced.

"Yes, while there is still chaos." The old male chimes in.

I look at the window and watch the trees swing and listen to the birds again.

"The youngsters are coming as well?" the old female speaks while scratching my ear.

"They insisted." The old male replies.

"And the girl?" The old female asks.

"She should come as well; we can test her abilities if we get the chance." The young male returns with a silver tablet full of bloody meat and serves it to the old female.

I feel my mouth salivating at the smell and can’t tear my eyes from the bloody flesh.

"Such a good girl." She praises me before she leans to me, opening her mouth to prompt me.

"Say ’Ah!’"

I look at the chunk of bloody meat in her hand and imitate her, opening my mouth wide.

She places the chunk of flesh on my tongue before slowly removing her hand as I wait for her command.

"Eat."

I close my mouth and chew.

So fresh, bloody, and good.

I growl in content and lick my lips as I wait for the next treat.

The old female gives me another piece of flesh before she turns back to the young male.

"Bring the girl."

He goes out, and the room is full of silence as I get fed; I smell fear from the others amidst her laughter and praises.

Mhmmm...familiar; her smell is so familiar, I like it.

The young male returns with a young female.

"Are you ready to test if you have that power?" The old female asks.

"Are we going into a parallel world?" The young female squirms.

"Yes." The old female replies.

"...Will you help me find Sebastian?" The young female smells with more fear than before.

"Are you making demands?" The old female inquires.

"No. I will be coming." The young female says hastily.

"Good girl. We will look for him, but you should hope he is dead. All cheaters should just die."

Old Female turns to me.

"Aren’t I right, Kitty?"

I yawn, and she laughs.

I bring my hand over my face in hopes of finding a bit of blood or flesh on it before I lick it.

No treats, but I find a chipped nail and nibble on it until it is flawless again.

"When we find your disappointment of an uncle, and he isn’t to your liking, you can just eat him." She harrumphs.

"No...You know what?" She touches my nose cautiously so as not to scratch me with her long red fingernails.

"Eat him either way."

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Sucked into the vortex, my memories returned, my mind sharpened, and my senses dulled as I was pieced together into awareness and spat back into my body.

"What the fuck...?" I leaned back and let out a long breath.

The ’hands’ I had seen myself having used had in reality been ’paws.’

The paws of a fucking tiger, and if that’s not a huge coincidence, then it would be the red-eyed tiger I saw Henry facing in my vision a few minutes earlier.

So that tiger somehow got in the possession of my blood, and magically that tiger is with my grandma, even hunting for her and getting fed by hand.

I repeated what all the voices had said in my head—all the words I wasn’t able to understand and identify while being inside the tiger until I could make sense of them and understood what had been said.

WHO THE FUCK IS THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF AN UNCLE????

I was having a feeling that this would be me, somehow?

Why the fuck am I being addressed as the tiger’s uncle? What the hell is going on on their side?

And is the tiger’s name ’Kitty’? For real?

The other people I had seen were the staff sergeant, who apparently was taking part in the operation to find me (if there was not another uncle running around in a parallel world), and then the commander, who apparently hadn’t made it back into his world yet—well, how could he when Henrietta was with us? And Ethan, going in and out and serving meat.

The youngsters were probably my friends?

And surprisingly, the girl they brought in, who had asked for Sebastian, was Jeyjey.

Hadn’t seen her since forever; she didn’t look to be in good shape—skinny, bags under her eyes, her whole body was covered by clothes that seemed too big, she had wounds on her face, and she behaved fidgety all over.

And the powers they spoke of... I’m going to take a wild guess and just say that Jeyjey had taken part in the DMT testing and could be able to open and close portals, but they hadn’t tested it to see if they could bring the commander back home?

Somehow my grandma got her out, but apparently not Sebastian. Had the center closed meanwhile, or had they broken in to steal people?

The house and the cornfield where ’I’ had hunted the rabbit were somehow really familiar.

Ah. Got it, so there really was such a place.

And it would be the place where there would be a room with green walls, the color peeling off, and there would be a mattress on the ground, and it would be Henry’s and my bedroom where we...did the ultimate gay thing from my vision?

And my grandma had been in the next room the whole time while we did gay shit or what the fuck?

I was ripped out of my thoughts when the girl tugged on my sweat jacket.

"Hm?" I asked her, and she looked at me with wide eyes, a smile on her face as she touched her throat.

"Oh yeah, did that heal?" I asked her and cautiously took her hand away to get a look. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The gruesome scar was gone; what a relief.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be part of the little marionettes I had gathered involuntarily. Nononono, let’s not think about that any further.

"Try saying something?" I asked her.

She moved her mouth, but there was no sound coming from her lips.

In the end, her eyes filled with tears, and I patted her head and conjured up another blanket to cover her.

"Don’t worry. Some things take time." I pulled the blanket over her head.

"And even if you aren’t able to speak, so what? Just learn how to write, and we’ll get you a little pink chalkboard where you can write down what you want to say."

She plopped down on my chest and sniffled silently.

Hugging her with one arm, I turned to the unconscious Henry and tugged on his clothes so that he fell to the side and leaned on my shoulder.

I conjured up another blanket and covered us three.

Then, I looked at Henrietta with the towel on her chest and her mouth all bloody, as she was still sleeping peacefully in all her wetness and full of earth.

I sighed.

Fine.

I conjured up one more blanket and threw it at her.

Now everyone could wait patiently and warm up for Grandma and Kitty~ to come and save the day.

And probably get eaten by the latter.

Or both.